Welcome to Notes from a Far-Flung Correspondent, which features the weekly interests and musings of Bossy’s Son, who is currently enjoying his sophomore year at Columbia University in the City of New York.
This week: Men in the (Columbia University) Kitchen
For all of my freshman year in college, the thing I missed most about home was cooking, or maybe just the institution of the Home Cooked Meal in general. After all, there’s nothing that inspires nostalgia and homesickness like dining hall pot roast. Blech.
Fast forward to this year, where my four best guy friends and I made a promise — to each other and to our stomachs — that we would, with as much enthusiasm as we could muster, utilize the dorm floor kitchen to cook as many meals for ourselves as possible.
In early September
my kind blogger mother sent me nice cookware I bought the cheapest possible cookware set at the Target© on 225th St, and soon we were cooking up a storm.
Case in point: a random Saturday in January, when four of us woke up and decided to empty the contents of our fridges and make breakfast simultaneously. On the menu? A mess of fried diced potatoes, scrambled eggs, pancakes, toast, and coffee.
This is what contentment looks like on a chilly Saturday morning:
Nothing better in the world.